#last tsarina

[empress-alexandra]

Emperor Nicholas II of Russia and Empress Alexandra Feodorovna with their eldest daughter Grand Duchess Olga Nicholaievna, 1896

[the-last-tsar]

"It is for me to thank you, my darling, for coming here all the way with our girlies and bringing here life and sunshine notwithstanding the rainy weather. Of course, as usual, I did not tell you half the things I had intended to say, because when we meet after a long separation, somehow I get stupidly shy and sit and gaze at you - which already is a joy for me!"

Letter from Nicholas II to Alexandra, where he thanks the visit that she made together with their daughters to the Stavka headquarters, where Nicholas was with Alexei. July 13, 1916.

A lifelong passion | Andrei Maylunas & Sergei Mironenko

[chenfordsource]

Ooh, could we get a parallel of the scenes where Lucy/Thorsen are all excited that Tim said they were doing a good job only to then be told that he didn’t say it? I think it’s 1x02 and then this past week’s 5x03?

Here you go – thanks for requesting! 

There is also a version of this with big gifs from @thesedarkcafedays which you can find here, if you'd like!

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (18/∞) ♛

↬ Countess Wynn's Meander Tiara

The majority of the tiaras in the Sunderlandian collection were inherited through members of King Louis V's family, mainly previous queens Matilda Mary, Anne, and Katherine. This meander tiara however represents the current Wariwcks' French heritage, as it belonged to Queen Irene's mother, Marguerite Wynn. Countess Wynn was born in 1914 as Marguerite Delphine Lucie Chevrier. She was the eldest of four children born to industrialist  Phillipe Édouard Chervrier (1880 - 1950) and his El Salvadoran wife, Consuelo Romana Gomez (1892 - 1979). Margurite's family claims ancestry from both French and Spanish nobility, although the bulk of their impressive fortune was derived from Phillipe's ceramics factory in the south of France. Much of Margurite's early life was disrupted by the First World War, during which the Chevriers settled in Mexico City with Consuelo's sister. Following the war, Marguerite flourished in high Parisian society, becoming well-versed in the arts and fluent in several languages, including English and Spanish. Expected to marry into the French aristocracy, Marguerite made waves by instead marrying John Wynn (1911 - 1973), a career soldier from Sunderland whose great family had fallen on hard times following the deaths of John's three older brothers in the war. When the couple met in 1931, John was on a mindless trek across Europe, in search of a wealthy bride. Despite their differing backgrounds, Marguerite was smitten by John's optimism and good humour. The pair married a year later, with John even converting to Catholicism to appease Marguerite's parents. Their wedding was held at the Chapel of the Palace of Versailles, one of the last grand society affairs of interwar Paris. The tiara, which featured a Greek key design punctuated by a central emerald-cut yellow diamond, was among Marguarite's wedding gifts. The jewel is ambiguous in origin but is agreed to be an early twentieth-century creation, likely from Cartier. It became a useful tool in Margurite's arsenal as she erupted in Sunderland as one of the country's wealthiest society ladies. Pearlie, as she became known, was noted to be arrogant, intelligent, and ravishing. Pearlie is more "royal" than the rest of us combined. She drenches herself in jewels as if she were the ghost of the last Tsarina. — Queen Katherine, 1970

The Countess owned the tiara until 1968, when she gave it to her youngest daughter, Lady Irene, also as a wedding present. Irene's marriage to the future King Louis V was Pearlie's greatest life achievement and she became increasingly boastful. Maman Wynn, as she was called by the press and public, was known to meddle in royal affairs, especially the personal lives of her daughter and son-in-law. By the early 1980s, she was on bad terms with both. Irene was never seen wearing her mother's tiara, but she kept it in her own personal possession for almost thirty years. In 1997, Irene continued the tradition by gifting the tiara to her only daughter, Princess Jacqueline, ahead of her wedding to Lawrence Belmont. The wedding was coincidently the last public appearance of the old Countess Wynn. She died peacefully at Chester Palace the same winter. Since then, Jacqueline has worn the tiara regularly at state functions and in official portraits. It's among the princess's most cherished pieces.

The Countess Wynn wears the tiara in a portrait, circa October 1943, eight years before the birth of her youngest daughter, Queen Irene

HRH Princess Jacqueline wears the tiara while attending a gala dinner & dance in July 2026

[otmaaromanovas]

Vera Ignatievna Gedroits - the openly lesbian, first woman professor of surgery in Russia, who worked alongside the Romanovs

Princess Vera Ignatievna Gedroits was a doctor, surgeon, poet, and pioneer of medicine. Vera worked alongside Tsarina Alexandra and Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana Nikolaevna, working with the Red Cross to treat injured soldiers during the First World War. 

** content warning for mention of suicide **

Born as a Princess of royal Lithuanian descent in 1870 in Kyiv, Vera is thought to have developed an interest in medicine following the passing of her little brother Sergei during childhood. Vera later wrote under the pen name ‘Sergei Gedroits’ in honour of him. 

In 1892, Vera was arrested for participating in the Populist movement. Freed and undeterred, Vera was adamant to continue her medical studies. An open lesbian, Vera entered into a marriage of convenience with friend Nikolai Belozerov, permitting the obtaining of a new passport to travel, allowing her to pursue her dream of a medical career without the restriction of borders and her previous name being on police records. Despite their marriage being one of convenience, rather that romantic love, Vera and Nikolai were close friends, and stayed in contact through letters.

In 1903, Vera obtained the title of ‘female doctor’, but later that year attempted suicide. Vera’s mental health had declined due to an overwhelming personal family life, the death of her sister, exhausting workload, and breakup of a relationship with a lady in Switzerland. The following year, Vera had recovered, and the outbreak of the Russo-Japanese war led to her working in horse-drawn mobile hospitals. 

Working with wounded patients, Vera took detailed notes which allowed the making of the connection between injuries and the weapon used to inflict them. Interestingly, Vera did not shy away from abdominal operations, which was irregular due to previous thoughts that such injuries were ‘inoperable’. Often, patients with such injuries were refused surgery and were sadly left to pass away.

Following the War, Vera worked provincially, attending to 125,363 patients. This pioneering work was recognised by Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna in 1909, who invited Vera to take the position of Senior Court Physician. Vera was the first woman to serve as a physician in the Imperial Palace. Vera wrote ‘Conversations on Surgery for Sisters and Doctors’ to help the Palace understand the profession. Vera would eventually write 58 scientific papers. Vera earned a Doctorate of Surgery on May 11 1912, the first woman in the history of the University of Moscow to do so. 

Following the outbreak of the First World War, Vera helped to install physiotherapy equipment and X-ray machines in hospitals to aid recovery. Vera taught Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna and her daughters, Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana, medical work, and they assisted with operations. Vera worked alongside Imperial Physician Dr. Evgeny Botkin to help connect infirmaries to railways and supplies. Vera occasionally travelled to the front lines to help provide surgery directly at the scene, and in one case performed over 30 operations over a three day period. 

Vera is recorded as having little patience for the infamous Grigori Rasputin, with one source recording the shoving of Rasputin ‘into a corridor when he refused to get out’ of the way.

There are no records that suggest that the patients or the Romanovs objected to Vera's sexuality, though there was disapproval of her continuing to remain in Tsarskoe Selo to continue military surgery after the Revolution. If anything, she was renowned as one of the most capable and intelligent women of the era. Vera wore a surgeon's cap rather than the head coverings that nurses and Sisters of Mercy wore.

During the First World War, Vera met fellow nurse Countess Maria Dmitrievna Nirod-Mukhanova, a widowed maid-of-honour at the palace. The pair fell in love and started a relationship, which would last for the rest of Vera’s life. Maria had three children: Dmitri Feodorovich, Marina Feodorovna, and Feodor Feodorovich. The children knew about their mother's relationship with Vera, as they lived as a married couple whilst caring for and raising them. Some sources suggest that Vera and Maria had a marriage ceremony.

By the late 1920s, Vera was living with Maria, who worked as a surgeon, in Kyiv after the couple and Maria’s children escaped Revolution, taking refuge with monks. They spent eighteen years together. The pair lived as a married couple. In 1932, Vera passed away aged 61 after a diagnosis of uterine cancer. Maria continued Vera’s work by operating a pharmacy that provided free medicine to the poor. Maria passed away in 1965 aged 86. The above image is the only photo that has been attributed to her.

Vera defied all the social norms, becoming a pioneer of medicine and challenging traditions within the profession, saving thousands of lives in the process. Vera’s legacy lives on today.

SOURCES:

Hands that bring back to life. Vera Ignatievna Gedroits - surgeon and poet by V.G. Khokhlov

Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library

Wartime albums of Olga Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna, Last Romanovs on Flickr

The Princess who Transformed War Medicine - BBC

Princess Vera Gedroits: military surgeon, poet, and author by J.D.C. Bennet

The Diary of Olga Romanov : Royal Witness to the Russian Revolution by Helen Azar

Tatiana Romanov, Daughter of the Last Tsar : Diaries and Letters, 1913-1918 by Helen Azar and Nicholas B.A. Nicholson

[worldoftheromanovs]

Alexandra Feodorovna’s Wedding Dress

“Her wedding dress was a magnificent creation; the outfit was so intricate that it took nearly an hour for Alexandra to dress. Her stockings were of lace, her shoes embroidered and decorated. Over these she wore layers of stiff petticoats. The wide, full skirt of silver brocade opened from the waist down to reveal a second underskirt of silver tissue, edged with fur. The décolletage was cut low, to reveal the neck and shoulders, and the gown had short sleeves trailing ermine-edged tippets. The tightly fitted, boned bodice was sewn with diamonds which sparkled with every move. The folds of the overskirt fell back to form a train, and a separate, sweeping court train of cloth-of-gold edged with ermine fell from her shoulders. Over this, Alexandra wore the imperial mantle of cloth-of-gold, lined and edged with ermine. These robes were so heavy that four pages had to help carry them.

Alexandra wore her hair swept back to emphasise her graceful neck and shoulders. Two long, twin side curls were attached to her own hair. Her long veil of tulle was held in place by a Russian Kokoshnik tiara, of diamonds set in platinum, and the Romanov nuptial crown of diamonds sewn on crimson velvet. Alexandra also wore a number of diamond brooches on the front of her gown, along with the jewelled chain of the Order of St. Andrew and strings of pearls around her neck. These jewels, as well as the tiara, had been wedding gifts from the late tsar, costing some 300,000 rubles ($150,000). She also wore the imperial riviére, a diamond necklace of 475 carats, and a pair of matching earrings. The earrings were so heavy, in fact, that they had to be supported by wires around the ears, which slowly cut into the flesh as the day wore on. Around her tiara, Alexandra wore a wreath of orange blossoms, brought from the Imperial Conservatory in Warsaw. Across the dress stretched the red ribbon of the Order of St. Catherine.”

[Greg King, The Last Empress: The Life and Times of Alexandra Feodorovna, Tsarina of Russia]

[lmk-oc-competition]

LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1

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Yeva Moon belongs to @chuitu

Keya Xiǎo Húdié belongs to @keykittygirl

Learn more about them below the cut!!

Yeva Ivanova Tereshkov/Yeva Moon:

The last Tsarina of Siberia who was supposed to perish during her kingdom's 98th foundation day, was saved from the sudden activation of her ancestrial inclined powers, which also led to her migrating to the moon where Chang'e is... Now that was only the beginning of her new strange life.

Keya Xiǎo Húdié:

Her age is 12 years old, her species is a Xian Li/Senri, she'll start to be Nezha principle later, she's a girl, her weapon is a spear, she and Mei also can be considered close, she usually wear a cloak, she also have some power and special abilities

[majestativa]

All those women who have gone down in history as voluptuous, beautiful and violent, like Libussa, Lucrezia Borgia, Anne of Hungary, Queen Margot, Isabeau, the Sultana Roxalane, the Russian tsarinas of the last century – and I saw them all in furs.

— Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices of the Abyss, transl by Ray Furness and Mike Mitchell, (1994)

[empress-alexandra]

Princess Alix of Hesse - Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia - 1894.

[the-last-tsar]

"Princess Alix was twenty and highly marriageable, and gossip began circulating about a possible match between her and the young Prince George, second son of Bertie, Prince of Wales. Three years previously, a surprisingly determined young Alix had vigorously resisted the queen's attempt to marry her off to Bertie's heir, Eddy, Duke of Clarence. Victoria had been extremely put out that Alix, by then in love with Nicky, should turn down the opportunity of being a future queen of the United Kingdom. As the last of the four daughters of the House of Hesse yet to be married, Alix's prospects were hardly the best. Never mind; perhaps she could be persuaded to marry George instead, thought the queen, particularly once the unfortunate Eddy succumbed to pneumonia in January 1892. It didn't work; Alix was adamant, and when George settled instead for Eddy's disconsolate fiancee May of Teck, it soon became evident where Alix's affections were firmly fixed. She only had eyes for the Russian tsarevich. Queen Victoria's anxiety at the prospect of such a marriage mounted. She had been highly mistrustful of Russia since the Crimean War, looking upon Britain's former enemy as 'false' and 'unfriendly' and much of its population 'half oriental'. Russia was "a corrupt country, where you can trust no one." She fired off exhortatory letters to Alix's eldest sister Victoria, demanding she and Ernie intervene to prevent it: "for the younger sister to marry the son of an Emperor — would never answer, and lead to no happiness… The state of Russia is so bad, so rotten that any moment something dreadful might happen."

The Romanov Sisters | Helen Rappaport

[homomenhommes]

Tsarskoye Selo Egg

Theo designed the TSARSKOYE SELO EGG to celebrate the establishment of this most beautiful of architectural and domestic creations — the Tsars’ Village, just outside St Petersburg. 

The crystal Egg is mouth—blown and hand-engraved with images of the Royal Russian family at the principal palaces in Tsarskoye Selo. To the front, Tsar Nicholas II is pictured with the Tsarina Alexandra standing before the Alexander Palace. The five children of the last Tsar and Tsarina are shown playing snowball in front of the Little Hermitage in the gardens of Catherine’s Palace. The final cartouche is that of Catherine’s Palace itself: three glorious palace gates are engraved to include the subtle differentiation of pedestal and ornament of the originals, replicating the wrought-iron work created by the Palace’s architects and craftsmen. The superb hand—engraving continues in ornamental tassels enameled with 24 karat gold descending from the finial of the Romanov triple—headed eagle fashioned in gold and silver. Engraved to the girdle of the Egg are the monograms of all the Tsars who lived in Tsarskoye Selo. The fluted gold and silver base is set on a foot mouth—blown in fine crystal fashioned to resemble lapis lazuli.

[chuitu]

Okay, tryna lineart this 2nd last BSB art trade...

so for now, have this little doodle of baby Tsarina Yeva while i get my shit together (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

[benslittlestarkiller]

Vladimir Makarov Headcannon Imagines Part 2

A continuation of part 1 but you don't have to read the last one to understand what's going on. Thanks for reading!

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The mansion is a sprawling Gothic estate nestled in the wooded hills of St. Petersburg. Each room filled with elegant furnitures and beautiful artwork. The mansion has the feel of a grand Russian palace, complete with rich tapestries and a grand staircase.

Vladimir has many homes throughout Easter Europe. For example the Penthouse of Moscow Lakhta Center where he had a penthouse. And now he took you in a plane private jet to St Peterberb where he had a nice palace.

">I want you Vladddy," You say as you enter his office where he does business (you don't know what it is tho).

"I'm busy right now, moya malenkaya smetana (my little sour cream)" Vdaddy said in reply. He was liok at his papers on his desk, look of concern tration on him.

You glance at floor in dissappoint.

Your eye fluttes with sad. As tear fall from eyevd. You ran away from Vladimirs office where you collided with a firm chest of your body guard Pavel, a young birivle attractvie byff and manly man. "Oh, Pavel," you said. "I'm so sorry excuse me..."

"It's alright Miss..." Pavel beeathed in your scent and his cheek turn pink as he feel your soft form against chest. Pink like sunset over Russian mountains. Or over Black Sea. Also pink like when you mix the yogurt into the borscht (a Ukraininan dish).

Salthouggh your hearts on ly beat for your Vladdy ou can't help but buosh as you see the blush like the sunset of the black sea on the rosy cheeks of Pavel. He was your age too, not an old man like Vladimir (unless you are picturingthe 2023 Reboot Vladimir in which case Pavel and he are about same age).

OASSION Rhere is looked of uncertain yet uundeniable PASSION that bubbled up like a pot of cooking foods in kitchen of palace, of Vladimirs gome, but you never went there it was the servants place not yours as Vladimirs TSARINE.

HE hands come up to toxuch waste. He hand warm bur not as large and rough as Vladmir Pavela hands were thin and bony like the bones left over after taking all the meat off the chicken but your maid did it for you so you didn't know anyrhing bout cocking clean or maid things. That was for poor people

You breathed out a moan of desire as Pavel touché you. "Pavel, we can't......" Ypu suad.

"He does n have to j kow,"pabel sai

"But.... he in there" you gestured to the offive door wide open

"So?" Pavel push you against Wale

I moan loud like whale in sea but probably not black sea (I'm not sure, pls marine bilogy timblr tell me if whales in black sea)

As moan loud vlsDIMOR put down paper in office. He grab glock from under desk, as his browns ferrowed/creased deeply in annoyance “Vhat is zat?” he askred a

s he made he way too the door two find the two of you psvrl and you pressed against the whale. bodies pressed together in a passionate and steamy embrace.

Panel had strated eto kiss along your neck and his lips were touching your pulse pount. VLADimgr saw RED.

I BREAK KNEEE!!!!

“ he screanmed

loud as thunde3r

Pavel immediately pissed his pants

the room’s hallway filled with the scent of urine. which made Vladimire even more mad. “That carpet cost million rubels@!”

Vladmir tke gun and point at Pastvel knee. The knee cap burt in expllosion of red viscera and Pabel creamde

Vladmir stood over Pavel and look at him with green eye, “ while the blue eye look at AyOu

You shiuvered under his penetrating gaze

It touched you deeply in your core and made your tsarina parts (as vladdy called it)

WET like a bottle of vodka

taken out of freezer and left to chill on counter, drips of condensation drippign down the side

You looked back at Vladmir “No, don’t hurt Pavel, he didnt do anything”

“HE TOUCHED YOU??? You bELGONG to ME! Not HE!!!”

“Tjat why I BREAKING KNEE!!” He say calmly, in a voice that chilled you to the bone like Lake BAikal in midst of cold Russia winter

Tear fall from your eye balls as you say “It meant nothing to me. I love you Vladdy. I sweat.”

Pavel screaming in pain still as he bleeds out on the carpet. Vladimir steps over him, bringing hand to your kneck.

He grips softly, but not hardly.

“Promise me,” He seeth. “Promise me youre MINE.”

‘I yours!”

He smile at you and his grop on your hip tightens, dgging into soft flesh like dough of unbaked bread in the morning at the bakery down thre street that your servants picked up for you.,

Vladmir push you up aga8nst the opposite wail, against a gilt framed painting of a woman

Actually it was the famous russian pwainting “The Last Day. OF Pompeii” buy artist Karl Bruylokovs

(sporry for spelling mistake keyboard still hard to tip with) 💔

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Psinting wobble on wall as Vlamir push you up against in it, you man in pain but also pleasure as you feel his body press into yours.

Your reach back behind to grab holds of painting,m ripping open the canvas with your acrylics

The rip is loud and vladmir smile smat you. “Naughty girl.: “

HGe smirks

“Noo im’ a good girl, vladdy,”

“Oh really, my little sour cream?” He

“Yes”

“Then why were you with that bastardous trator PAvel? Huh? You’ve been bad, you’ve been a naiughtly little WHORE”

“Your walls clench at his words, you feel yourself getting wetter as your secretions flow from you like vodka pouring into a glass.:”

“What”

Vladimir pressed his aching ock agaisnt your pussy where it was covered with your expensive armani dress

HE RIP DRESS]

in his hasty desperation to have access yo tour tsarina part

His throbbing cok was a large as AK 47 and ready to be shot. He aligns hinself in your entrace and thrust inside like a train arriving at the Moscow metro station, and your cunty was just as deep but tight like the tunnels of train

you moan in unbridle pleasure and lusty as he fill you deeplu , he trust into you so hard the painting frsme shook and broke

But neither of your cared too much abot this piece of Culture being destoryed, even Vladdy who loved Russia did nt care cuz your pussy felt so good, the grip of your tsarina aparts eased the anger inside home turning it into firey passion of love. You make him eel things he thought he never feel.

He want make baby inside you, make son, cute and small like Cheburashka. Vladimir’s favorite cartoon when he wass a childe (both OG and reboot)

His trusts grew harder and farter as he filled you deeper

Farter and fatter he thrusts

You were lost to bliss as he pounded your cunty

You wailed like you had just seen baba yaga in the forest but these were wais of pleasire not fear

Your wills grippped him as you started to lose control of your senses, your body shake violently like a bartender shaking up a malibu barbie pink cocktial with vodka, raspberry lemonade, grenadine and edible glitter well shaken and poured over ice with a pink heart shaped straw that the two of you enjoyed whn you went to see the Barbie movie together) and as you grip the paitning behind you, ripping it to shreds as you come on his cookie, Vladimnir throw his head back and growl out like a wolf in woods holwing to the moone.

He come deep inside womb, filling you wit thick heft and creamy condensed mlik like spurts like a Matryoshka doll as you put the dolls inside one another.

You two stay entwines and he rubs your belly with his large man hand, hariy on knuckles, “Mone.” he say, voice filled with devoation for yOU

SHorytly after your love makeing was completed, Vladimir whisked you away to bedroom. Maid came along and swept up destroyed artwork and cleaned blood and urine from carpet. Pavel’s family never saw his son nor his body for the funarl. closed casket. Presumed Missing. but in reality dumped into Neva river. His young wife and three children cry. Little do they know that Pavel was in love with You, so he was unfaitfu….

9 months later

Mikhail and Vladimir Jr sat in front of television watching the cartoon Masha and the Bear, Baby Mikhail was newborn and still had baby soft spot on head and needed to be supported with a baby chair, Vladimir Sr smiled wistfully, remembering his own childhood when he lived with his familyu in Khrushchevka in the city of Ivanono where he live with his mother and father and luttle brother and when in 1980 when he watched the 1980 Moscow Olympics and the bear was named misha which is what he and You decide to name your son after the bear.

Vlsdmir and yiou watch family as maid cook and clean.

The wen d

[the-darkdragonfly]

NEW CHAPTER! A Trick of the Light

Chapter Eleven: Home Winds

Hello lovelies! I think we all owe a HUGE thanks to @donteattheappleshook for making sure I stayed on track for this long overdue chapter ♥️

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“So,” Emma said over a mouthful of toast- would you like some bread with your honey, love?- Hope lying at her feet under the table, happily singing old tavern songs Emma pretended not to hear. “Let me get this straight.” 

The Knights has called a Round Table, Emma snorting into her tea as the paige delivered the request for Killian’s presence- it’s just just such a wonderful use of corporate jargon, that’s all- to discuss the future of the kingdom, and to catch the new king up on anything and everything they felt he needed to know. 

Which was practically everything, much to his chagrin. 

“No one knows where Arthur is.” 

“Correct.” 

“No one knows what happened to Merlin.” 

“Correct.” 

“No one has seen or heard from Lancelot in ‘they can’t remember how long’.” 

“Correct again, love.” 

A small hand appeared beside Killian’s elbow and he leaned down to nip gently at the wiggling fingers, the hand disappeared at the same time as Hope’s manic giggling broke the comfortable quiet from beneath the wooden frame before her small hand reappeared, trying again. Killian smiled and pressed a slice of apple into her waiting palm- what do we say, lovie?- and her voice floated up to them amid the crunching of her treat- t’anks, daddy. 

Emma grinned wickedly at him for a moment and he narrowed his eyes at her- no, Swan, don’t- before she flicked her hair, correcting him as she usually did- Jones- and tucking the inevitable daddy comment away for future yielding.  

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[ladygoehnio]

A selection of postcards sent at Christmas and Easter by the Russian Imperial Family from Lord Louis Mountbatten's collection.

Anastasia: 17 May 1910 My darling Dick, I want to see you. What kind of weather are you having? Are you all alone in London? When shall you see your sisters? I wish you were here so that we could play together. Olga Tatiana and Marie send their love and many kisses to you and all. From your loving Anastasia

Alexei: For dear Dicky. From Alexei 1910

Tatiana: Darling Dicky, How are you now? I hope you feel better n(and?) can go to (?), Please write to me how you are. We were all in the (?)it was very nice. Now good-bye.(The last card is from Alix the Tsarina and actually I have no idea about the rest handwriting😅😭🏃)